A Poem for Warrior III
Learn to fall in love with the risk of taking flight, even if it means falling, just a little bit every day.

After giving birth, I became self-conscious about my core. It was… different.. stretched out… deflated. And I hid it as much as I could in the same familiar way I used to hide my body behind large, baggy shirts, and my feelings behind the facade of being “tough.”
But since starting my self-healing journey, which includes a daily meditation and yoga practice, I have been slowly relearning how to engage my core and reacquaint myself with long lost parts of my body and the feelings that are held there. Like power. Like pain. Like fear. Love self-love.
Can any of you relate to this?

Warrior III is a yoga pose that I used to think was mostly about balance, but only now as I strive to embody my life in a more complete way, do I feel that it is also about taking risks, engaging my core, and being ok with falling.
When I wrote (and rewrote and rewrote) the poem for Warrior III, I focused on the vulnerable feeling I get when I take this shape and was called to use the metaphor of the heron… a bird who frequents the waters near my Delaware Valley home.

I hope this poem helps you embody the Warrior III pose in a new way and whether you practice yoga or not, may you give yourself permission to take a risk today and… and perhaps work a little bit towards what seems impossible until it is no longer impossible, but in reach.
Warrior III
By Corie Feiner I press my left foot to the watery floor, gently bend my wobbling knee, lift my right leg behind me and become a blue heron extending my beak towards the quiet stream to search for perch fish and sacred stones. I waver, hold myself from my center as best I can and teach myself, again, to fall in love with the risk of taking flight— even if it means falling, just a little bit every day. But who ever said I was not allowed to fall except for myself? How else will I learn what I am made of? How else will I become my own hero? To connect to the earth and stand my ground before I am able to finally take flight. Sanskrit Name: Virabhadrasana III
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More About Warrior III
Here are some Substack publications that explore the warrior poses:
Urban Yoga Mama - ”Virabhadrasana: The Warrior Poses: finding stability in motherhood
Yoga with Michelle - “Utkatasana and Virabhadrasana – Yoga Warrior Sequence: Grounding and Lightness: Flowing Out of the Standing Sequence with Utkatasana and Virabhadrasana”
Aham’s Substack - “History of Virabhadrasana, or Warrior Pose”
I just love your poems! They bring a smile to my face 🙂 thank you! 🙏🏻
I LOVE your Warrior III poem! The wobbly leg and the beak searching for perch or sacred stones...and giving yourself permission to fall...or not...so good!
Unrelated to your beautiful writing here...I'm a big believer in identifying 'signs' when I see them. Today I had an interview for a job that evolved into a friendly conversation and at one point I mentioned that I had taught briefly in Bucks County. The person interviewing me said, 'Whoa, where, which school? I grew up there." And today, when I open your post, the first thing my eyes land on is your Bucks County Poet Laureate tag, which gave me a happy little shiver of connection. I love that stuff. Just wanted to share.
AND how AWESOME it is that you are a Poet Laureate! Well deserved! Lovely work. Be well, Nicole.